so after I relapsed into cutting, stopped eating again, and started to slip on everything, I was kinda hopeless.
I just spent hours and hours on different websites.
Tumblr of course.
Check emotional baggage was a great help as well.
but then I found that little comic, the one we've all seen at one time or another, about the girl who was all alone, making her paper stars until she had enough for a wish.
I googled 'how to make paper stars' and I learned.
I have filled about three big glass mason jars already - all sitting out on top of my shelf.
I am feeling better.
happier.
Mmmmhmmmmmmmmm.
Monday, February 24, 2014
Monday, February 17, 2014
welp, that was quick.
My boyfriend broke up with me.
Well actually, when I wasn't at lunch one day, he stated telling people that he wanted to break up with me and asking people how he ought to do it. He was actually going to do it on Valentines day.
He asked everyone to not tell me, so of course they all ran and told me.
I took the initiative and broke up with him the day before valentines day.
Then he started messaging me all these things that were hilarious:
"I didnt know how to tell you so im so sorry you had to find out this way. Ive never broken up with someone before. And when cat told me I was your first boyfriend (he wasn't) it made me guilty and sad, frightend, and pained to think about breaking your heart. Im sorry. Just know I will always care for you."
*enter me here telling him how he wasn't my first boyfriend and I was planning on breaking up with him anyway, before asking him why he wanted to break up with me*
" I want a chicflick girl. Your not that. You said so yourself."
*enter me exclaiming how I warned him that I wasn't romantic from the first time he talked to me, and telling him that those cliché things don't happen in real life*
to which he didn't respond.
mmm.
and so, I burned the valentines day card I made for him and ate the chocolate cookies I had made for him.
moral of the story: being single = cookies.
also, I finished Dexter, (about 100 episodes in 3 weeks - woohoo!) and started watching The Walking Dead.
Wish me luck.
Well actually, when I wasn't at lunch one day, he stated telling people that he wanted to break up with me and asking people how he ought to do it. He was actually going to do it on Valentines day.
He asked everyone to not tell me, so of course they all ran and told me.
I took the initiative and broke up with him the day before valentines day.
Then he started messaging me all these things that were hilarious:
"I didnt know how to tell you so im so sorry you had to find out this way. Ive never broken up with someone before. And when cat told me I was your first boyfriend (he wasn't) it made me guilty and sad, frightend, and pained to think about breaking your heart. Im sorry. Just know I will always care for you."
*enter me here telling him how he wasn't my first boyfriend and I was planning on breaking up with him anyway, before asking him why he wanted to break up with me*
" I want a chicflick girl. Your not that. You said so yourself."
*enter me exclaiming how I warned him that I wasn't romantic from the first time he talked to me, and telling him that those cliché things don't happen in real life*
to which he didn't respond.
mmm.
and so, I burned the valentines day card I made for him and ate the chocolate cookies I had made for him.
moral of the story: being single = cookies.
also, I finished Dexter, (about 100 episodes in 3 weeks - woohoo!) and started watching The Walking Dead.
Wish me luck.
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